"Arrg!...shut it up already, Marina!.." She cried out loud.
Her thoughts on ancestral Alderaan were hauntingly repeating themselves in her head over and over. She needed a bit of time to herself...a moment...an hour...a few hours to place her somewhere else, if just to change her mood.
She gave a deep sigh and then reached for the novel that she had begun reading a few days ago, having left it just were it was in the cockpit.
It were an antique kind of book, constructed of wood pulp in the fashion of printed words on a two sided page, bound all together and encased in burnished and ornate leather. Although it had been manufactured not too long ago,it felt, smelled and had the essence of a timekeeper of words forever bound in what were once the mainstay of literature...the written word.
The book, or books she read were on such long jumps when she were away from her home. This one in particular projected using her own imagination the dreams, hopes and despair of the characters that were not so different from her. As such it were easy for her to immerse herself in said books and allow her mind to create the tapestry, the imagery of what she imagined the world of the characters were like. It were of a story that took place in a non-existent world...an imagined world so unlike anything in her present galaxy....and there were literally countless worlds. But this one book took the imagination to a galaxy not yet to exist...far, far off into an unimaginable future. ye, it were of modest existence. Especially the world these characters in the book existed in. And as vast as this galaxy were in the book, it were sparsely inhabited. Put it more in perspective, the inhabitants in this world were for the most part the only inhabitants anywhere in that galaxy. marina couldn't have imagined such a vast galaxy with only one jewel that had life on it. And this jewel were not so different from the her old ancestral world of Alderaan which ironically no longer existed in her galaxy. Still, the world in the book were so made in her imagination to believe that it could even be how her ancestral world had once been...hundred of thousands of years ago before star-ship technology or any tech whatsoever. Life seemed so simple on this imaginary book, yet more complex than her own or any other system she knew existed. There were many factions within this imaginary world that rivaled that of her galaxy. Imagine that...one singular world in a yet to exist galaxy so far away, and yet..
It were full of so much wonder....
The author although known, was not popular at all and his works were scoffed at as being so improbable they were not to be taken as literature. Such works were labeled science fiction, as they disreguarded the universal laws and phisics of their galaxy. It were too far fetched to be literature.
But it sold nevertheless to a certain kind of readersIt's author had Marina sold.
To her, he were a master of the written word, for she could create in her mind and feel the imaginary earth under her feet...smell the air...feel it's golden sun and see with her eyes what the author wrote with his imagination. As thus, she entered his mind and and experienced his imaginary world.
marina had aquired similar works throughout her studies off world and following. She had read quite a few and coul not dream of parting with any of them. So she kept her own library on Mt Ceitril ..her home on New Alderaan.
The text was permanently infused on the pages and as she turned one page after another, she drew herself deeper and deeper into this imaginary world. In many ways, she could be said to have an out of body experience when so deeply immersed in her books.
Of course it were not an efficient manner of storing such works on parchment like this, as for what could fit in the spase volume of one such book, an entire libray of one system could be stored in a similar but thinner tablet. But no tablet or holo projector of words could give stories more substance...more soul so to speak, to the said novel. Somehow, touching the pages, reading those infused words that were forever part of those pages... the smell of the book...the feel of the leather...the weight… It gave the story body… a temple for the story to be housed in...it gave the book soul.
Marina knew exactly where she was in her place among the pages and words. It was so easy to go back to anywhere you wished and know how far you were. Even the words could be felt with her fingertips it seemed, as she could touch them. They were not projected pixels, nor modified polymer, like on portable screen tablets.
And so with a bit of fidgeting here and there, despite her captain's chair being ergonomically designed just for her, Marina immersed herself in the tale of a pirate who sailed the seven seas...stealing not only treasures, but hearts...her heart.
…and the hours passed quietly, as her ship streaked on across the galaxy.
* * * * * * * *
Be--be-be-beep-beep. Marina were awakened by her droid.
"Huh?...what is it, TK?..." She asked finding a most desperate urge to stretch. She had fallen asleep and her book lay on the floor. The droid informed her of what she already had picked up on her own.
The nav comp was itself counting down to nearing the ship's emergence into the former Alderaani star system.
"Oh wow... how long was i out?" She asked getting her chair situated to take command of the Mariner. TK picked up her book off the floor and placed it where she had it before.
The droid answered her; she had slept the entire remainder of the jump.
"Ok...looks like I caught up on lost sleep....hurray..." Naturally she weren't celebrating, as it meant she'd once again be up for god-knows-what.
"Oh...TK..just put it in my cabin later... I finished it and just ..closed my eyes I guess.." Marina had finished the book and held it close to her before falling asleep.
The nav comp finally after a few minutes got to the final countdown…4…3…2…1…
The ship's hyper-drivesdisengaged and the Mariner IV for a split second almost seemed to be travelling backward, s as the star fields suddenly collapsed before her and came to a sort of standstill. The Mariner had come out of hyperspace and was just cresting sub-light, slowing down exponentially to what governed the laws of normal space and speed.
They had arrived to her ancestral home system…Alderaan.
Marina sat there looking out, as she disengaged the shading on the cockpit glass. The burst of Alderaan's star filled her cockpit. And before her as far as her eyes could see, stretched the remnants of her once beloved ancestral world. Alderaan.
A tear made its way out of her glassy eyes and followed the contour of her cheek…
Edited by Marina DeVoe, 05 February 2018 - 09:31 PM.